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Several dozen days after the battle in Zhongzhou.
Within the Eastern Province.
At the Wu Dao Sect Mountain Gate on Misty Mountain.
Chu Yuan was sitting cross-legged on a huge rock.
His original intention was to wait quietly for the Sect's detection to arrive.
But that day, someone disturbed his 'tranquil cultivation'.
By the gate of the mountain.
Chu Yuan looked at the person in front of him, Sandaoliu Ning Fan, with blades hanging on both his sides and one on his back.
He was somewhat bewildered.
How had this guy run over to him again?
Hadn't he already tricked him last time?
Could it be that he had come over again to be tricked once more?
And what was the deal with Bai Zhe, that little Qi Refinement Stage nobody?
Being weak in cultivation was one thing.
But how could he not even control his own disciple?
"Nephew, what brings you to this place?"
Regardless of his inner complaints, Chu Yuan maintained his usual calm and detached demeanor on the surface.
